Legging Dreams

(Verse 1)

Tube doors open, a rush on the platform

Another Monday, weathering the storm

Seas of black coats, a concrete jungle

Then a flash of colour, a sartorial struggle

She struts on by, a vision so bright

Love tight tops and leggings, a captivating sight.

London calling, in her own sweet way,

Promising sunshine on a drizzly day.

(Chorus)

Oh, Legging Dreams of London Town,

Spinning heads all around and around.

Mini skirts and blonde ambition's gleam,

A comedic drama, a technicolour dream.

Tights that shimmer, a playful disguise,

Reflecting the twinkle in her bright blue eyes.

Oh, Legging Dreams of London Town,

She wears the city like a glittering crown.

(Verse 2)

Heads turn quickly, a double take there,

Is it fashion, or a desperate dare?

The city's a stage, and she's playing the part,

A walking cartoon, a work of modern art.

She sips her latte, oblivious and cool,

Ignoring the stares, breaking every rule.

The pigeons scatter, confused by the hue,

Of her fluorescent ensemble, utterly new.

(Chorus)

Oh, Legging Dreams of London Town,

Spinning heads all around and around.

Mini skirts and blonde ambition's gleam,

A comedic drama, a technicolour dream.

Tights that shimmer, a playful disguise,

Reflecting the twinkle in her bright blue eyes.

Oh, Legging Dreams of London Town,

She wears the city like a glittering crown.

(Bridge)

Some might whisper, 'tacky' or 'loud',

Lost in the judgements of the judging crowd.

But she's a rebel, a vibrant free spirit,

Daring to wear it, don't try to inhibit!

She’s painting the grey streets with hues so bold,

A story unfolds, a tale to be told.

(Chorus)

Oh, Legging Dreams of London Town,

Spinning heads all around and around.

Mini skirts and blonde ambition's gleam,

A comedic drama, a technicolour dream.

Tights that shimmer, a playful disguise,

Reflecting the twinkle in her bright blue eyes.

Oh, Legging Dreams of London Town,

She wears the city like a glittering crown.

(Outro)

Legging dreams, oh legging dreams,

London's laughter, it always seems,

To find a way to break the mould,

A story in leggings, brave and bold.

Legging dreams... London town.